• When I stood at the crumbling edge of the world,
    toeing the fine line between the paradise of heaven and cursed hell,
    where hearts break like the endless tides upon a jagged shore,
    I was not afraid.

    When we fell through the merciless sky, Icarus and I,
    our wax wings melting hopelessly away like the madman's sanity;
    slowly but surely, wasting away the time until the fatal lightning hits,
    I was not afraid.

    When the depths of Tartarus rose up to reach for my throat;
    evils from the abyss of malicious corporeal shadows clawing blindly,
    accompanied by Cronus' severed remains laughing mockingly in the distance,
    I was not afraid.

    When I heard the Harpies' bloodcurdling screech of a song
    and the scraping of their filthy talons upon tender human flesh;
    screams of anguish and agony rising in a grotesque crescendo,
    I was not afraid.

    When I pondered whether one day you may see what I do
    in the mirror of myself; to glimpse the endless perjuries
    that I hold within my frail heart, my sky was falling upon me,
    and I ran away in tears.